The wife and I share a personal joke about our beagle mix, Coltrane (beagle crossed with pig, we say, but that's not the joke). We've created this whole belief system for Coltrane (also known as Meatsack) based on one incident: While we were walking our sweet hound one day, a stray bag floated by on the sidewalk, and Meatsack darted in the opposite direction, as if the sack were an invading army. Now whenever we see a bag, we both turn to each other and scream in the beagle's voice (c'mon, you know you have a "voice" for your animal?): "A baaaaaaaag!"

It's queer, I know. But it makes us laugh.

I should have guessed that bags were a real cause of fear and loathing among the folks who frequent farmers' market. In our new Food Issue, Anne Marson takes us deep inside this plastic-fearing culture, where it's not enough to buy organic veggies and humanely raised beef. You must bring your own eco-friendly bags to carry them in---or face the silent wrath of your fellow green do-gooders. It's a fascinating read. Check it out.

My hair has gotten to that point, folks. It's time for a haircut.

I don't know if this happens to anyone else, but there's a point—an actual length—in the afterlife of my hair follicles when all hell breaks loose. In January 2007, I was so sick of it (and it was long enough, after the split ends) to donate the majority of my locks to Locks of Love. Yes, I did revert to looking like my sixth-grade self, but it was worth it just to get rid of the horrible tangles that kept me in the shower for 30-45 minutes shampooing, conditioning, pulling strands apart, and repeating.

I'm not willing to get a cut as drastic as before (I've realized that chin-length bobs make me look a little chunky above the neck). I just need to take a couple inches off.

Which brings me to my main problem: decision-making. Sometimes (and when it really counts), I'm able to go confidently in the direction of my dreams...ahem. But for everyday decisions, like, say, where to eat for lunch in a new area or a new place to get my hair cut, it takes me awhile.

I asked colleagues the other day and scoured Yelp! looking for a quality salon with moderate prices and near Adams Morgan. I did a new search online this morning (with, of course, the same results and reviews) and chose a couple of places to call. I thought today would be the day. Thursdays can be relatively slower in terms of content, so I figured I could leave for a long lunch, get my hair cut, and come back beautiful and ready for a date tonight. And then I came to work and promptly forgot about it until I ran my fingers through my hair.

I was thinking Trim (close but expensive), Blondie's (a bit of a walk but moderate), Urban Escape (I could just tumble down the hill to get there), or Bang (more of a trek but moderate prices, I think). Any (helpful) suggestions?